Hi, everybody! Sita-chan here with the next chapter of Reflections of a Teenage Telekinetic. Nagi's been smacking my skull with a hammer and yelling at me to write him, so I am. ^-^ Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimers: Sita-chan doesn't own any of the Weiß Kreuz characters. They are the property of Koyasu Takehito. She does, however, own Ivy Mercoda. Nora is owned by her good buddy/partner in crime, Fae-chan.

Warnings: Yaoi/shounen ai/slash/whatever you wanna call it, language, OOC-ness, erm....teenage angst. Is that a warning? It should be. ^-^;;; Two OCs, but they're not the annoying kind. At least I don't think they are...Give me feedback on them! If you hate them, I'll kill them off or something.

Note: I don't know if everyone's heard, but the 2nd season of Weiß (Gluhen) is going to happen! This is good and bad. Good because it's more Weiß! Bad because....Well, check out the new character designs. *sobs* Poor Yo-tan...Here's the link:

http://www.koyasutakehito.com/weiss/index.html

blah= thought

//blah\\= Schu's telepathy

*~*~*~* blah *~*~*~*= something in Nagi's journal

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Journal of Nagi Naoe

8/19

My first day back at school. Hooray. How will I ever contain my excitement? Things have been pretty uneventful. I got through the whole day without being harassed once. Things will probably change after school, though. Don't have any time to write now. The teacher's getting pissed.

*~*~*~*

I quickly closed my journal and shoved it back into my bag. Sure enough, the said teacher was looking down her nose at me like I was some kind of bug. I didn't know her name, and I really didn't care what it was. She taught history and seemed to hate me. That's all I knew.

"Naoe, perhaps you would care to answer the question," she said with a smug sort of superiority. Like she knew that I didn't know. She was, unfortunately, right. Shit, I didn't even know what the damn question was. Before I could be humiliated in front of a large group of teenagers who already hated me, the bell rang. The teacher looked disappointed. Ha, bitch! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it! I quickly jammed the rest of my books into my bag and started off down the hallway before the stupid bitch could stop me. I stopped off at my locker.

"Hey, Naoe," a gruff voice lacking intelligence grunted. I turned around to face Hiro Sayashi, the star of the track team. Extremely popular, good-looking, and a complete idiot. Two of his equally stupid lackeys stood behind him. "How was your summer?"

"Better than being here with you," I muttered as I shoved some of my books into my locker.

"What was that?"

"It was fine." The oaf and his lackeys started to laugh. I don't know why they found that funny. Hey, they're morons. Little things amuse them. "What do you want?"

"We just wanted to have a chat with you, Naoe," Sayashi said with a big, moronic grin matched only by the bigger, more moronic grins on his lapdogs. I decided to play their game. I knew it was a mistake, but I did it anyway. I mirrored their idiotic grins.

"Gee, guys, I don't know if we can. I use big words, you know."

They lost their smiles pretty damn quick.

"You're pissing me off, Naoe," Sayashi snarled.

"And this is new how?" I questioned. "I piss you off because I'm smarter than you. You piss me off because you're a brainless moron and an all-around waste of oxygen." I cocked my head to the side as I watched the bimbo's face turn red. "Did you get all of the words in that sentence? Some of them were longer than four letters, so I'm not sure if you understood them."

Bingo. That was the clincher.

Sayashi threw himself at me and proceeded to bash my head into my locker. By the way that it was bleeding, I deduced that the back of my head was not amused. Somehow, I managed to get his hands off of my neck and kick him in the face. He fell on the ground, howling like a mangy cat. Ha, ha. His nose was bleeding.

Now that was amusing.

"Don't just stand there! Beat his face in!" Sayashi screamed. The mindless lackeys stepped forward. One threw a punch at me, but he just happened to miss. The other just happened to slip and fall. And, to top it all off, the principal just happened to walk down the hall.

"The first day back and you three are already on a rampage! In my office, now!" He grabbed the two minions and dragged them away. Sayashi glared daggers at me before following. Guess I was lucky.

Unless....

I glanced across the hall. Sure enough, Nora was leaning calmly against the lockers. She walked over to me, a small smile on her face.

"Thanks."

"You figured it out?" she asked, a bit surprised.

"I'm never that lucky." We walked down the stairs and out into the sunlight. I headed towards the annoying yellow school bus.

"Hey, Nagi!" Nora called. I turned around. She gestured to a gorgeous black Porsche. "Need a ride?"

My jaw must have scraped the ground.

"Nora, where the hell did you get that thing?" She smiled cheerfully.

"I won it in a contest."

Figures. I examined the car further. Silver flames painted on the sides, leather seats, and a sound system that could blow out your eardrums. With a cheerfulness quite unlike me, I leaped into the passenger seat, and we drove off towards home.

*****

"We're home!" Nora called. I threw my bag onto the sofa and headed into the kitchen to grab some water.

"Mission tonight," I heard Crawford say from the living room. I gulped down my water, headed into the living room, and plopped down on the floor next to Ivy. I briefly glanced at my teammates. Schuldig was leaning against the wall and drinking a bottle of sake. Nora sat on the sofa, doodling in her trig notebook. Farfarello had seated himself next to her and was alternating between jabbing himself with a pin and glancing at Nora's drawings. Ivy sat on the floor, using a towel to stop Farf's blood from staining Crawford's precious white leather couch or his beautiful floor. Our fearless leader stood in front of us and polished his glasses.

"What's the deal, Crawford?" Schuldig asked.

"We think that this is the big one," he replied.

"The big one?" I echoed. Crawford nodded.

"Weiß is making a big move tonight. They're going to attempt to kill off at least one member of Schrient," he said. "Once Schrient is gone, we're next." He paused for a few seconds. Maybe he was waiting for some kind of dramatic, ominous chill to run up our spines. Yeah. Like that was going to happen.

"Did you have a vision or something?" Ivy asked as she attempted to mop the blood from one of Farfie's particularly nasty cuts off of the floor before it stained. Crawford shook his head.

"Schrient intelligence."

"That's an oxymoron," Schuldig muttered. Crawford ignored him.

"Neu spied on them."

"Where do we fit into all of this?" Nora asked.

"We'll meet Schrient at seven o'clock at their headquarters-"

"The fancy-ass mansion," Schuldig chimed in with a snicker.

"-and conceal ourselves somewhere within. Then, we will do what is necessary to stop Weiß." Crawford has a tendency to act like Schuldig's stupid, sarcastic comments never happened.

"So basically, we hide in the stupid bitches' mansion and kill some kitties," Ivy said nonchalantly. Leave it to Ivy to sum it up. Crawford's eyes narrowed.

"They're not stupid bitches, Mercoda. They're-"

"They're really stupid bitches," Schuldig broke in. Crawford gritted his teeth.

"Look. It's almost four. You've got two and a half hours before we need to leave. Don't destroy anything or kill anyone until then." He looked pointedly at Farfarello before heading to his room. Nora immediately claimed the sofa and settled down to do her homework. Farfie went back to his room. I don't know what he was doing. Cutting himself? Burning a cross? Polishing his knives? The possibilities were endless. Schuldig and Ivy trudged off to their respective rooms to do what they did best: sleep. I did what I usually do before a mission. I went to my room, laid face-down on my bed, and blared Dir en Grey as loud as my stereo permitted me to. I'm not sure how long I just sat there like a worn-out stuffed animal. Someone knocked on my door somewhere in the middle of "Psycho."

"Come in," I called, my voice muffled by my pillow. The door opened.

"Hey, kid! How's my favorite assassin?" Ivy. Of course. Ivy's the only person who would dare enter my room cheerfully, especially when Dir en Grey is blaring. I reluctantly picked my face up. Ivy had turned off the music and turned on the light. Ugh. Bad, evil light. Light sucks when your pupils are the size of watermelons.

"What time is it?" I grumbled. Ivy checked her watch.

"'Bout five-thirty."

"We don't have to leave for an hour. Why are you in my room?" I wasn't trying to be pissy. It was just weird, since Ivy's usually sleeping at this time. She put on a big grin and hugged me around the neck.

"Can't I come see my favorite teenager who I love so very much and is my best friend in the whole world?" Ivy's never that happy. Never.

"What do you need?" I asked, not convinced. She dropped the act.

"You have to shave your head."

I stared blankly at her.

"I'm not comprehending this."

"All right, here's the deal. I made a little wager with Schuldig and I lost, so you have to shave your head." This was making so much sense.

"What the hell do I have to do with your bet?!"

"Nothing, actually. But will you do this for me, please?"

"No!"

"But if you don't, I'll have to give up my strawberry pocky!" I could see why she was so desperate. Ivy's very protective of her pocky.

"What made you bet your pocky stash?"

"I thought I couldn't lose! And if I won, Schu would have to dress up like Lena Inverse and run down the street singing 'It's Just Love!' How could I pass that up?" I've got to admit, Schuldig as Lena Inverse was very amusing.

"What was the bet?" Ivy didn't say anything, which is becoming a rare occurrence. "Tell me the bet, Ivy." She muttered something. "What?"

"...Crawford....didn't....drawer."

"I can't hear you."

"I bet Schuldig that Crawford didn't have a dildo in his drawer, all right?!" she yelled.

"You should know better than to bet against Sch-"

It hit me.

"So if you lost...." My mind was having trouble grasping this. "Crawford has a dildo in his drawer?" Ivy had turned bright red.

"Yeah. We checked."

"That is the most disturbing thing that I've ever heard," I said slowly. "But I'm not shaving my head." Ivy sighed and left to relinquish her precious pocky to our resident German telepath. Thoroughly disturbed, I whipped out my journal.

*~*~*~*

Some day, when I'm old and shriveled (if I live that long), I'm going to look back on this day and laugh. Crawford has a dildo. Dear God. I think that I could have gone my entire life without knowing that little tidbit. However, thanks to Ivy, I'm well aware of this. What's more, she was trying to get me to shave my head so she could keep her pocky. I wish she would have won for two reasons. One, it would mean that Crawford didn't have a dildo in his drawer, which would have allowed me to keep the final shreds of sanity which were recently dashed to pieces. Two, it would have been funny as all hell to see Schuldig dress up like Lena Inverse. Oh, one more reason. It's a lot harder to steal pocky from Schuldig.

It's mission time. Hooray. I'll write more later, if I'm still alive.

*~*~*~*

I locked my journal in its special little drawer and began to charge my laptop. I changed into my normal mission clothes which consisted of a black shirt and black pants. It's tough to see me with them on. Also, dried blood tends to blend with black rather nicely which makes it harder to see. I trudged into the hallway where everyone else was getting ready. Nora bustled past me carrying a bloody straightjacket.

"Nagi, go unhook Farf for me while I try to get the blood out of this," she said quickly. I sighed and headed to Farfie's room. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling by his ankles without his straightjacket. He had somehow gotten ahold of one of his knives and was calmly slicing some sort of pattern into his fingers.

"I thought you were going to stop doing that," I said as I sat on the floor and began to telekinetically unhook the straps around his feet.

"What Nora doesn't know won't hurt her," he replied without taking his eyes from his bloody fingers. I raised an eyebrow. That was an unusually sane response from Farf. I finished unhooking the straps and lowered him to the floor. He proceeded to collapse onto his bed and continue his sadistic little drawing.

"Get dressed, Farfarello," I said. "We've got to leave in half an hour." He ignored me. "Come on, Farf. Don't make me get Schuldig in here." His eye shifted towards me. That guy can creep me out sometimes. For a minute, I thought he was going to launch himself at me and cut off my tongue or something. But he just put his knife down and headed towards his closet.

"I'll be out in fifteen minutes."

"It'll take you fifteen minutes to get dressed?"

"God hasn't suffered enough today." He leered at me for a few seconds. Then, he smiled a very scary, psychotic smile. "Want to help me hurt God?" I got a bit paler.

"No thanks, Farf. I need all my blood because....If my blood comes out, God'll use it to....save starving orphans!" I blurted out. Farfie looked a bit disappointed, but brightened.

"Nagi is killing orphans. That hurts God quite a lot. I approve." He grinned at me again before jabbing his knife into his palm. I shuddered and left the room. Crawford was banging on Ivy's door.

"Mercoda! Get up now!" The door opened and a very sleepy, disheveled Ivy appeared.

"I'm ready," she muttered.

"You can't wear that!" Brad yelled, gesturing to her professional-looking blouse and skirt. "How the hell are you going to run?!" Ivy glared at him.

"Fine then, you...you...." She scanned her mind for a good insult. "You guy with a dildo!" She proceeded to slam the door in his face.

Oh, look. Crawford's face is doing an impression of a rainbow. There's red....and blue....a kind of pale green....Wow, I didn't know someone's face could turn that particular shade of purple.

Our somewhat mortified leader stomped down the hall and nearly rammed into Schuldig. The said telepath raised an eyebrow as he buttoned his green blazer.

"What's up with him?" I snickered.

"Ivy let on that she knows about his little friend." Schuldig grinned widely.

"Maybe that's why Brad is so pissed off all the time. He leaves it in his ass and forgets about it."

"So we're nixing the dead-raccoon-in-the-ass story?"

"Nah. Maybe the raccoon died from being impaled by the dildo." I nearly pissed myself laughing, which is saying something coming from me. Ivy exited her room a few seconds later dressed in a black, sleeveless shirt and dark red pants.

"I heard that," she said with a smirk. "I don't suppose you'd want to dress up like Lena Inverse anyway."

"Not on your life."

"Damn. Oh well, it was worth a try." Nora walked into the hallway wearing her blue shirt and black pants.

"Are we ready?" she questioned with a smile. Crawford appeared and herded us all into the living room, glaring at Schuldig and Ivy the entire time.

"Where's Farf?" he barked. I glanced at my watch.

"According to my watch, he's got about three more minutes of God-hurting," I said with a little smirk that I just knew would piss Crawford off further. Schuldig would be proud. Crawford sighed in exasperation and stormed off to Farfarello's room.

"Guys, make sure that you have everything you need," Nora said solemnly. "The last thing we need is to be out of bullets or something." I checked my laptop. It was fully charged. Schuldig shoved more ammo into his blazer pocket.

"Let me go get the Walrus," Ivy said and headed off to her closet. She returned wearing a long, leather coat.

The Walrus is Ivy's pride and joy. It used to be a normal coat, but she installed all these pockets and holsters on the inside for holding extra guns and more ammunition and knives and grenades and all kinds of shit. We call it the Walrus for a reason. When she first got it, she filled up all of the pockets with stuff. When she came out, it was so bulky that she vaguely resembled a walrus. Therefore, the coat was christened the Walrus. Ivy hangs the Walrus on a tree or a coat rack or something, and we take extra guns and crap as we need them. It's really useful.

"What do we have in it today?" Schuldig said, raising his voice in order to be heard over Crawford and the noise he was making by attempting to get Farfarello to stop hurting God. Ivy pulled the Walrus open.

"Let's see....We've got four extra guns, three pockets full of bullets, six knives, two smoke bombs, and a grenade. Is that enough?" Nora nodded.

"It should be." Crawford returned with Farf in tow, the said Irishman attempting to hook the bondage strap between his legs as he walked.

"All right, Schwarz," Crawford said authoritatively. "The mission is about to commence. I hope that we all return safely." He launched into a long, boring speech about the importance of teamwork and working together and crap. Schuldig took the opportunity to project amusing thoughts into everyone's head.

//I actually hope that you all die. That way I can be alone in this nice apartment, and I can have some quality time with my dildo.\\

Ivy burst out laughing, and Farf and I snickered. Nora was trying her best not to laugh.

Crawford stared at us, then went on.

"There is no Schwarz if we don't work together..."

//And there is no sexual relief for me without a dildo, because, damn, I'm such an ass, who'd want to do me?\\

Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

Crawford finally understood that nobody was listening.

"Everyone get in your respective cars. We'll meet at Schrient's headquarters," he said gruffly. I grabbed my laptop and followed Ivy towards her dark blue Mustang, still snickering under my breath.

*****

I gazed out of the window as the two of us drove along. Ivy clicked the buttons on her CD player.

"There we go," she said with a grin. A gospel-like choir suddenly began singing.

"What the hell is this?" I asked skeptically.

"Just listen," she replied. After a minute or so of the gospel crap, an electric guitar broke in. Someone began singing in English.

"I like it," I said, surprised at myself. Normally, I don't like anything that isn't J-metal or something that involves people screaming very loudly into a microphone. Ivy grinned and began to sing along.

"Asked myself what it's all for," she sang. "You know the funny thing about it? I couldn't answer. No, I couldn't answer." I saw Nora's black Porsche pass us up. Farf had left a bloody handprint on the window.

Whenever we have a particularly dangerous mission, we split up and take three cars, I don't know why. I think it's in case one of them blows up or something. Crawford and Schuldig go together for the sole reason that nobody else wants to be in a car with Crawford. Farf refuses to ride with anyone besides Nora, which leaves me and Ivy together.

The gospel/electric guitar song ended and was preceded by a bouncy techno tune.

"Nora said that some guys tried to beat you up today," Ivy said suddenly. I looked at her.

"Yeah, but that's not exactly a rare occurrence." She looked solemn all of a sudden.

"That's what's worrying me."

"Come on, Ivy. It's nothing that I can't handle." She didn't say anything.

"I know that you think that you know what you're doing. But, Nagi, you're still a kid. Plus, it's not like you can use your telekinesis on these idiots." I sighed.

"Quit worrying about me, Mom," I said with a small smile. "If I can handle Schrient, I can handle a couple of jerks at school." She shuddered at the mention of Schrient.

"I can't believe we have to work with them," she muttered. "They're not all bad. I mean, I'm fine with Hell! I really am! It's the other three that I have a problem with."

Ivy hates Schoen because she's annoyingly conceited, Neu because Ivy thinks she has this "I'm better than you" air about her, and Tot because....Well, do you really need a reason?

We pulled into the gravel driveway next to Nora's Porsche. Schuldig and Crawford hadn't arrived yet. We walked around the side of the house to the third window and tapped on it five times. Three taps answered us. That was the code to go to the front door, which we did. It opened revealing the woman with dark blue hair and glasses standing behind it. Hell smiled at us.

"Hello, Nagi. Ivy," she said. Ivy smiled back. I settled for looking not quite as pissed off as I normally do. "Farfarello and Nora are inside already." We followed the leader of Schrient through a big-ass hallway filled with expensive paintings and sculptures. We entered into their large, expensive living room where an amusing sight greeted us.

Farf was zipping around the room hitting paintings and sculptures and leaving bloody handprints on all of them. Nora and Schoen were chasing him. Neu was standing in the corner being antisocial, and the stupidest of the stupid bitches was having an involved conversation with her rabbit.

"God dammit, Farfarello, quit it!" Schoen yelled.

"Please, Farfie?" Nora asked in a much nicer tone.

"Defacing expensive artwork hurts God!"

"Stop it, Farfarello," the familiar voice of a certain American with shiny glasses ordered. Farf looked a little disappointed. He slammed one more bloody handprint on a painting of some old guy and sat on the floor. Tot finally looked up.

"NAAAAAGIIIIIII!" she shrieked and bolted towards me. Ivy smoothly stuck out her foot, and Tot proceeded to fall flat on her face. Schuldig grinned.

//And the score is: Schwarz, ten million. Tot, zero.\\ Tot picked herself up and glared in Ivy's general direction.

"All right, everyone," Crawford said. "Weiß should be here soon."

"We've got everything planned out," Hell said. "Schuldig, there's a large amount of space behind the curtains with eyeholes cut in them. You can hide behind there and watch for Weiß. When you see them, you can telepathically give the signal to attack. Good?" Schuldig nodded.

"That's good."

"Crawford, we thought that you could hide in the closet." Crawford nodded. "Ivy, there's a secret passage behind the fireplace that you can get to by pulling the poker towards you. You can take that." Ivy hung the Walrus on a coat rack, pulled the poker, and descended into a passageway. Hell looked at me. "Nagi, do you think that you can float yourself to the chandelier?" She pointed up at the enormous chandelier that was attached to the high ceiling.

"I think so." It takes a lot of energy to float myself, especially that high. I squinted my eyes and picked myself up. Somehow, I managed to seat myself inside of the huge chandelier.

"I wanna go up there with Nagi!" Tot pouted.

"It can't hold you," Hell explained.

"I WANNA GO WITH NAGI!"

"Oh, stop whining!" Schuldig snapped from behind the curtain. I snickered.

"Nora, can you fit under the couch?"

"No problem!"

"And Farf....Well, we weren't planing on hiding him. We figured that he could just stand in the corner and then attack."

"That's good," Crawford said. I watched him walk towards the closet.

"Is everyone ready?" Hell called. A series of affirmatives followed. I fought to keep my disgust to a minimum as Tot winked up at me and blew me a kiss. Dammit, take a hint!

A few minutes passed. I was starting to get bored, not to mention the fact that I was sitting on my laptop. Quite suddenly, "Du Hast" began playing in my head. I raised an eyebrow.

//Schuldig, could you not telepathically project Rammstein to everyone within a ten mile radius?\\

//Eh, you're no fun....THEY'RE HERE!\\

//Really?!\\ A mental snicker followed.

//Nah, I'm shitting you, chibi.\\

//Not funny.\\ There was a pause.

//Nagi, they're here!\\

//I'm not falling for that again.\\

//I'm serious this time! Let's go, guys!\\ If I had had any doubts before, they disappeared when Abyssinian crashed through the window. Siberian dove in through another window, Balinese broke open the side door, and Bombay dropped in through the skylight. I looked down at Schrient and my teammates. Hell had launched herself at Abyssinian and was stabbing him in the chest with those handle-less scissors that she has. Nora led Siberian past the fireplace, and Ivy jumped out at him. Farf was throwing random knives at random people. He might have been aiming for Tot. His knives tended to follow her. Schuldig was holding Balinese down while Neu punched him in the face. Tot was stabbing at Bombay with her umbrella. We were winning! Bitchin'. I jumped down from the chandelier and kicked Bombay's legs out from under him. He hit his head on the floor, and I guess that knocked him out. Crawford was just standing in the back, watching us.

"Crawford!" I yelled and pointed at Bombay. Crawford grinned. I found that scary.

"Take him with you!"

"A hostage?"

"Why the hell not?" I shrugged and hopped out the window with Bombay floating behind me.

"OMI!" I heard one of them yell. Was that Bombay's name? Eh, who cares? I telekinetically tied Bombay using some spare rope that I found in Ivy's car. Then, I floated him into the backseat and locked the door. I sprinted back into the room where I found that the balance had drastically changed. Schoen and Tot were knocked out cold and lying on the floor. Hell's right arm was apparantly broken. She was backing herself into a corner and half-heartedly slashing at Abyssinian with her left hand. Nora was attempting to distract Siberian from clawing the crap out of Schuldig. Farf had completely lost interest and was seated calmly on the floor with one of his knives. Neu tugged at his arm, attempting to get him back into the fight. Balinese had wrapped his wire around Ivy's neck and was using her to shield himself from Crawford who was aiming his gun at him.

This was not a good thing.

I focused and slipped the wire off of Ivy's neck. She fell on the ground, choking. Nora finally raced to the Walrus, yanked a knife out of it, and plunged it into Siberian's back. He fell back off of Schuldig, flailing frantically as he groped to get the knife out. Schuldig jumped up and side-swiped Siberian. He fell on to his back, lodging the knife in deeper. Abyssinian left Hell to help his wounded comrade, and Crawford took the opportunity to shoot Balinese in the arm. The said Weiß member staggered but kept up. Crawford shot him four more times before he finally passed out. Abyssinian and Siberian looked at each other, nodded, and headed for the window.

"They're getting away!" Nora yelled.

"It doesn't matter," Crawford said. "We've got two of them anyway." He looked around at everyone. Schoen and Tot were still out cold, and Hell had a broken arm. Neu seemed to be the best off out of the Schrient members, getting away with only a few scratches and bruises. Schuldig had several sets of deep gash marks in his chest from Siberian. Ivy's throat was bleeding in several places from Balinese's wire. Nora and Farfarello made it through in basically the same condition as Neu. I was perfectly fine, as was Crawford himself. "Is anyone going to die?"

"We're all right," Schuldig muttered. Nora immediately began poking around in the gashes on his chest. I helped Ivy up.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Is he?" she replied, gazing in Balinese's direction. I sighed.

"Crawford shot him five times."

"FIVE TIMES?!"

"Ivy, he almost killed you!"

"I don't care." I shook my head. She's never going to learn.

"Nagi, put Balinese in there with Bombay. Maybe we'll be able to get some information out of them," Crawford said. I began to float Balinese outside. Great. We now had to hide two currently unconscious (though not for long) Weiß members in our apartment, one of which I knew Ivy would constantly try to let go.

This was not going to be easy.

OWARI

For everyone's knowledge, the song that Ivy is singing is "Blue" from Cowboy Bebop, and the second song is "Cats on Mars." ^-^ I usually don't like writing fight scenes, but I think that this one turned out all right. Things are going to get a lot worse for our dear little Nagi later. Did I mention that I'm huge on Schwarz tai Weiß pairings? *big grin* I wasn't originally going to make this a NagixOmi fic, buuuuuut....I might just have to. ^-^;;; Please don't forget to review! It makes me so happy when people like my stuff! *grovels at her readers' feet*